The sky was blonde like her. it was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead up in her cemetery head.
She had dirty word witchcraft.
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car wreck, but I knew it was a horrid tragedy.

Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

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Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
it lasted longer than you.

Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black if it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story.
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination.
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and, I can see all of your snakes.

You wear your ruins well please run away with me to hell.

Blow out the candles on all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and we cry, you're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.